Band aid covers the bullet hole.

Today is one of those days. Ever feel snappish, like all you want to do is to bite heads off?

...today is one of those days for me. I'm not entirely sure why; maybe I'm constipated, or maybe I'm feeling an unslaught of injustice that comes when I've been doing too much with too little sleep. To break pots would be an experience to savour at this point.

I think I may have laid myself a little bit bare as of late. Everything I realise I have to do brings me to some new levels of panic, and I think I may die if I keep this up.

Whoa, Em, neurotic much? >.<